Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do
'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.